Back into the UK on Saturday and out to the shops. Approaching the roundabout at Balcombe Road and Victoria Road I took the left turn lane. Braking because a car was turning across me, legally...that was when the Ovlov sort of overtook me.
By 'sort of', I mean got level, pulled left, and forced me to ride into the kerb as he slammed on his anchors. Then he turned left, as if I wasn't there, only to come up against the traffic light queue, where I caught him up.
He heard what I called him, because he blew his horn and drove at me. Neither of the two things I was hoping for happened, which were that his foot would slip off the clutch and crunch his car, or that he would drive into the bollard I ducked behind just in case. Pastel sweater, florid face; I hope his heart attack says hello before he kills someone.